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The handler begins to travel his eyes further south, lingering on your torso. He rubs his hand over you, taking in the texture, despite yourself you can't help but get a little turned on by his touch, especially as he's rubbing in your drool.

{if Smooth_Body_Hair=true}"Nothing for me to do here. Good cause chest's always takes an age" The handler says to himself.{else}"We can't let you keep any of that, it's all got to go."{endif}